I had a dream the other night   You were in a bar in the corner on a chair   Wearing a long white leather coat   Purple glasses and glitter in your hair   And you said hey this is where I'm gonna sit   And buy you a drink someday   You were going to the dog shows   But you kinda lost your way   You say now I got all this room      And no money to decorate it, so some   Local customer put me in touch with the man   Upstairs, he said little man   You got no business gettin' frustrated, you gotta rest   You gotta rest you gotta reach down      And pick the crowd up   Carry back in your hands   To the promised land      Now I had some angel shine my wings, she said   Nothin' but the best for the golden boy   She made me promise not to tell I had her under   A spell singing golden words in a broken voice   And I caught some blessing on the wind   I'm feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove   I've got no hands to tie behind my back   And I'm sparking like a heart attack,   Now I've got room to spread my wings   And my messages of love, yes love was my drug,   But that's not what I died of,   So don't think of me crying louder   Than some billion dollar baby cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gotta      Reach down and pick the   Crowd up, carry back in my hand to the promised land